Miracle Brew By Pete Brown $19.95, Chelsea Green Publishing There is no shortage of books on beer or its four primary ingredients. So what sets Pete Brown’s latest work apart? Pete Brown does. In his latest book, Brown draws upon his experience travelling the world to share the magic of hops, barley, water and yeast,... View Article
The Apple Orchard: The Story of our Most English Fruit By Pete Brown $35.99, Particular Books If you’re not already aware of the apple’s cultural and agricultural significance to mankind, that’s OK. If you thought you were knowledgeable on the subject, that’s OK, too. In his latest book, the masterful Pete Brown tackles the apple... View Article
The Pub: A Cultural Institution – from Country Inns to Craft Beer Bars and Corner Locals By Pete Brown $34.99 | Jacqui Small LLP “How do you sum up something as beautifully anarchic as the British pub?” That’s the question Pete Brown asks at the beginning of his detailed, thoughtful, nostalgic and at times romantic... View Article
LONDON—On Wednesday afternoon, Pete Brown, the noted British author and beer journalist, was settling into a pint of real ale at Euston Tap, a tiny pub at the entrance to a rail station. As it often does when industry-minded folks are talking, the conversation turned to the word “craft” and how it relates to beer.... View Article
Imagine you had to introduce beer to an environment where it was all but unknown. People don’t drink much, but when they do drink, it’s almost always wine. So there are few pubs or bars—not as we know them—and hardly any selling draft beer. There are restaurants and cafes, and coffee shops that arguably serve... View Article
World’s Best Ciders is the story of the world’s apple belt, a loosely defined band encircling the globe from Kazakhstan to the United States. This latitudinal stretch of land shares one common trait: the ideal conditions for apple cultivation. The apple belt forms a connective tissue between such diverse regions as the Basque Country in... View Article
Let’s call him Dave (that was, after all, his name). Years ago, when my friends and I were on the cusp of legal drinking age, we’d go to the pub every Friday and Saturday night, simply because we could. Standing there self-consciously holding our pints, trying to grow wispy moustaches, we were a bunch of... View Article
